| My feet deep in a sandy way
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| It was on a beach I met P. J
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| Thought he died on a winter’s day
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| Remember?
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| He sat between the salty dunes
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| And stared through me his eyes like moons
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| I didn’t know what I should say
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| To heaven
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| He grabbed me by the shoulder skin
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| And asked, «Is this the end? |
| Or the beginning?»
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| I shouted at the cloud array
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| «Forever»
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| Then he hugged me like he would
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| Held my soul right where he stood
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| Said he sailed by the golden masts
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| Fought the tide and had to rest
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| Couldn’t say how long he stayed
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| Until he walked into the waves
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| Saying, «Light a candle wind can shake
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| Let it take you to a place
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| Where nothing’s all the time»
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| I stared beyond the castle’s sand
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| And tears fell on the barbican
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| And ran off with my good friend’s plans
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| To never |